"Wands away, please. Now, although this is your last year for most of you, it is imperative that you work hard, and pay attention. We must prepare for you for both your NEWTS and for your higher education. If you would please take out your required reading and read chapters 4-8, you'll be answering the questions at the end of the chapter." Odile groaned at the woman's idea of class, silent reading with no spells. God, even Snape would be better at this. Never mind, she thought with a shiver. Snape would probably be worse, threats and dull lessons instead of spellwork and hands on learning. DADA wasn't simply theory, you could never pass your NEWTS without practicing the spells. She sighed, staring into space while chewing on her quill. She wasn't really paying attention until she caught sight of a white streak in the glass, ducking to avoid the paper plane that had been aimed at her. Unfortunately, she hadn't intended to hit the larger Slytherin girl sitting in front of her. She quickly diverted her eyes to the book in front of her. The girl- Mildred something- sat up slowly, turning around with the speed of someone absolutely seething.

"Who did that?" The girl ground out in fury, Odile looked up and around as if to find the culprit and noticed the slightly snickering Weasleys. She stuck her thumb behind her, gesturing to the twins.

"Probably them." The girl shot them a death glare and then the universal sign of "You-are-dead". They ducked their heads, cackling softly as the girl turned back around. Odile glanced back at the two and saw Fred seeking out her eyes. When they connected, she couldn't help but stare for a moment at their rich chocolate hues. She was right in her earlier assessment, he'd be gorgeous if it wasn't a total idiot. He winked at her when he noticed her staring and she rolled her eyes, causing him to chuckle. She turned around to get back to work, but as she began to answer the questions, she got progressively more and more irritated at her left handedness getting in the way of her work. It wasn't an uncommon grievance, all too familiar with the fury that came with smudging wet ink. She set down the quill and sighed, rubbing her temples to stave off the looming headache.

"What in Merlin's name is the point of quills? Ballpoint pens have been around for long enough, get with the damn times." She muttered in a dark tone. In fact, she was so lost in her annoyance she almost didn't hear the little hem-hem that alerted her to the fact that Umbridge was looking straight at her.

"Excuse me, Miss...?" She looked around for a second before realising that yes, that comment had been meant for her. She cleared her throat before meeting the woman's eyes with the utmost respect, just like her mother had always taught her to.

"Reisinger ma'am. Odile Reisinger." She replied, her southern accent ringing out loud and true, causing the class to look at her. Jesus, she had been at this school for three years now, why were people shocked? True, she didn't talk much, but come on. She wasn't just some background Slytherin. Well, alright, maybe she could be at times, but it was simply the principle of the matter

"Well, Ms. Reisinger, I'm afraid that I do not accept that type of language in my class. You will see me after dinner this week for detention. Do you understand?" She groaned under her breath, trying not to give the Umbitch any more ammo than she already had. She nodded respectfully and returned her eyes to the paper.

"Ms Reisinger, I expect an answer when I talk to you. Do you understand?" Odile grit her teeth, looking back at the teacher.

"Yes, ma'am." She ground out before turning back to the parchment. She waited for Umbridge to turn her back before groaning and putting her head in her hands. So much for keeping out of trouble this year. Fred glanced over at her and frowned a bit, something inside of him uncomfortable with the way she just sat there with her head down. He shook himself, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. What was wrong with him?

"Did you hear Harry Potter got in trouble today?" Odile frowned at the hushed whisper, breaking the comfortable silence of the library. She tried to concentrate, ignoring the conversation taking place behind her.

"No. What for?"

"He told Umbridge that You-Know-Who is back, even dragged poor Cedric into it." There was an offended gasp from the person who sat by her, but Odile really wasn't listening anymore. It wasn't like she didn't care about the subject, she was just so tired of hearing about it. Potter had been the non-stop talk of the school ever since she'd come here, it was all she heard about. She'd been interested at first, but honestly, it just bored her now. Today it bothered her, she was trying to do a Potions essay that wasn't going to earn her an average grade for once. She tried to remain calm, but the chattering of the fourth year Hufflepuffs finally proved to be too much.

"If you talk one more time I will personally get out of this seat and skin you alive." She hissed with as much venom in her voice as possible. The two girls exchanged nervous looks before quickly collecting their books and rushing out of the library. She smirked slightly and leant back in her chair. Being a Slytherin did have its perks she supposed.

"Well, that's not very nice, is it? To pick on itty bitty fourth years. Tut tut." She sighed, that constant headache that seemed to follow the Weasley twins approaching in full force. She eyed Fred from where he stood beside her, suspicion rising at his attempt at an innocent smile.

"For the last time, don't you have anyone else to bother?."

"Nope, just you love." He replied with a pop, closing her Potions textbook so her attention was forced on him. She rolled her eyes, leaning forwards to reopen her book and continue working on her essay.

"Seriously, just leave me be Weasley, some of us have actual work to do. Can't get it done with your overpowering aftershave in my way." He gasped dramatically at her bitter tone and put his hand over his chest.

"How are you going to deny our love, my sweet? My dearest, I could never leave you!" He cried much too loudly for her comfort, causing most of the students around her to stare at the pair. Ms Pince snapped her head up, narrowing her eyes at them. She placed her fingers over her lips sharply and Odile groaned softly.

"Fine, fine! Just sit down and shut up." She half-whispered, half-shouted. He grinned giddily, and took the seat next to her. He scooted his chair sideways so he could face her properly, placing his chin on his fist.

"Now, was that so hard?" She huffed at that, giving him a nasty glare.

"For Merlin's sake, Weasley, what is wrong with you? Nevermind, don't answer that, I don't want to know. Why am I even talking to you?" She ranted, casting her eyes around the library to see if anyone was still watching then stopped. Something was missing. She turned back to Fred with an eyebrow cocked.

"Where's your other half?" He grinned, he did love how observant she was. He'd asked George to sit this part out, feeling that he'd get the job done faster without an extra body.

"Whatever do you mean?" Trying to play innocent, but she saw right through that. That was another thing he lo- enjoyed, about her. She didn't take any nonsense, and she could read him like a book.

"Weasley, if this is some kind of prank, I swear-" The words caught in her throat and her breath hitched as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. He'd moved forward with the motion, and they were inches away from each other. She could feel his breath fanning her cheeks, setting a fire coursing through her.

"Would I ever prank you?" he asked, voice slightly husky. She stared into his eyes, a bit mesmerised. Two can play that game. She leant forward, carefully carding a hand through his long locks, brushing his face in the process. It was Fred's turn to blush, holding his breath as she nudged his nose with her own. She caught his eyes, dragging her sight from his eyes to his lips before flickering back up. He felt his eyes fluttering shut, before she completely left his atmosphere. He blinked as she settled back, a self-satisfied look on her face.

"Yes. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I have work to do. The last thing I need is you distracting me." He smirked at her, enjoying how she'd beaten him at his own game. He leant back as well, folding his arms, raising his eyebrows with a small smirk.

"So you admit that I'm a distraction for you?" She rolled her eyes at that, but going by the flush still present in her cheeks, she wasn't winning this round.

"You really know how to ruin a girl's day Weasley, you know that?" With that she packed up her things, stuffing them into her bag aggressively.

"Going somewhere, love?" He asked as he watched her with some amusement. He won this round.

"As far as away from you as possible." She sent him a fake smile and grabbed her bag, stalking off as quickly as humanly possible. As she exited, she missed the widening grin on his face, and the strand of hair dangling from his grasp, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

When she arrived back in the dungeons, she hurried towards her dormitory, not particularly wanting to interact with anyone. Her study session in the library may have been cut short but she still had a Potions essay to finish. Before she could make it to the safety of her room, she was stopped short by a younger girl blocking the staircase. She raised her eyebrow at the girl's folded arms but decided she really didn't want to deal with this right now. She tried to step around her, but the girl simply blocked her path again. She tried again with the same result and finally just threw her hands up in exasperation.

"What?" The girl sniffed, eyeing Odile up and down in a way that made her blood boil. She hated that expression all purebloods seemed to have, that distinct look of disinterest and judgement.

"You and I? We've got a problem." The girl finally said, scowling and voice filled with steel.

"Yeah, well can the problem wait until tomorrow? I've got a Potions essay to finish, and I'd like to actually get it done before the morning. Now, scooch." Odile tried to move past her, but the girl stayed stubbornly in her way. Odile groaned and dragged her hand down her face. She really didn't want nor need this tonight.

"Fine, little girl, what do you want?" The girl bristled at that and put her hands on her hips.

"Firstly, I am no little girl. I'm Pansy Parkinson. Secondly, you insulted Draco last night, so you need to apologise to him!" Odile rolled her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her forefingers.

"Look, I'm sorry for "insulting" your precious boyfriend, but I really don't have time for this, so if you'll please make yourself scarce-" she gave a shoo-ing gesture but once more, the girl did not budge. Frustration was building in her, bubbling over inside.

"Listen, kid, if you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell out of my way. Ok?" She growled, her 5'8 frame looming over the shorter girl, nearly a foot in comparison. Pansy gulped slightly and did her best not to pull away in fear.

"Yo- You don't scare me." Pansy said, cursing herself for the slight tremble in her voice. She felt even worse when an evil smirk crossed Odile's face.

"Don't I? I'm older than you, you know what that means? I'm more advanced in spell work, and better at dueling than you could ever hope to be at your age," she lowered her voice into a deadly tone as she bent to look the girl in the eyes "And if you don't move soon, I'll show you what we do to stubborn bulls up in North Carolina." She finished, voice soft but drenched in venom. That may have been an empty threat given bull riding was usually a Texas sport, but Pansy didn't need to know that. Besides, she had ridden a mechanical bull once at the county fair and had handled it just fine. The girl must have finally decided that this was a lost battle, because she moved to hurry past her, piercing Odile with a look over her shoulder before she quite left.

"You'll regret this." She spewed before turning to go to the fifth year's dorms. Odile rubbed her face before continuing to her dorm. Odile groaned at the time on her watch and rubbed her eyes roughly. I'm sure I will, she thought.

A/N- Dun, dun, dun. Heehee, so a pinch of flirting because Frodile (?) in my life. Frodile sounds like a Pokemon tbh. And I got to include badass Odile because she is my love.

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EDITED= 09/16/21